Night falls.
The tranquil Fairlight Manor occasionally echoes with the cries of won.
Though not distinctly heard, one can sense the caller’s deep-seated fear and despair.
The next day.
Damon Hawke accompanied Dominic Hawke for breakfast and then had Benny take him to kindergarten.
"Behave well in kindergarten. What should you do if soone bullies you again?"
Damon Hawke lifted the little one into the car, fastening his seatbelt.
"No one will bully anymore because Aunt Charlotte stood up for yesterday."
Dominic Hawke spoke earnestly.
Ha!
It was actually standing up for him, wasn’t it?
Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"Dad, you saved Aunt Charlotte last night. Was she very moved? You should strike while the iron is hot and make her like you quickly, so she’ll agree to marry you then."
Dominic Hawke’s dark eyes watched Damon Hawke, waiting for his reaction.
Damon Hawke glanced at him and closed the car door, instructing Benny to drive off.
Yesterday, the one who saved her was in another identity.
That woman frankly said she had no feelings for .
But I...
Damon Hawke’s dark eyes were deep-set, his gaze falling into the depths of the manor, his handso face revealing nothing.
"Young master, Miss Thorne was locked up for a night. What do you think..."
The butler approached Damon Hawke, asking a question.
"Bring her to the hall."
Scared her for a night. Let’s see if she dares to act out again.
"Yes."
The butler responded and retreated.
Damon Hawke ca to the hall, sat down on the sofa, and began working on the computer.
A mont later, a disturbance ca from the door.
A woman’s sobs, accompanied by a stench, drifted into the clean and tidy hall.
Damon Hawke paused in his work, slightly lifting his eyes to see Victoria Don thrown to the floor by the servants.
At this mont, the woman was disheveled, curling up and trembling on the floor.
The sll of urine prompted the servants behind her to cover their mouths and noses.
It seems she was truly frightened.
Damon Hawke’s dark eyes were deep, but he said nothing.
On the floor, Victoria Don’s face was as pale as paper, her body shaking like a leaf.
She looked at the emperor-like, cold man and cried, "Damon, I know I was wrong. Let go! Don’t throw back in there again, I won’t dare anymore!"
How terrifying!
She never knew there was such a frightening basent in Damon Hawke’s manor!
The damp and gloomy interior housed several artificially raised rats, brazenly scurrying about, baring their teeth at her, crawling over her feet as if to nibble at her toes.
A huge electronic screen hung on the wall, continuously looping scenes of ancient punishnts.
In the silent night, the cries of people pierced the heart like fine needles.
She cried and called desperately, as if pushed into a great abyss, her heart almost stopping.
For the first ti, she realized Damon Hawke’s ruthlessness!
"Afraid now? Victoria Don, this was rely an appetizer. The real torture is yet unseen."
Damon Hawke looked at the ashy woman and said coldly, "For my son’s sake, I’ll let you off temporarily. But rember, stay away from my son, and don’t trouble Elara Don, or I won’t spare you!"
If she weren’t his son’s biological mother, there’s no way he’d let her off so easily!
"Yes, I’ll rember."
Victoria Don nodded repeatedly, but her drooping eyes were full of resentnt.
All because of that bitch Elara Don, making her end up in such a wretched state.
She would definitely rember this debt!
"I’ll have soone take you back. Take a shower and change clothes, then go to the company later and et the Northwood Group’s chairman with ."
Damon Hawke continued with his work and spoke indifferently.
Victoria Don raised her head sharply, looking at his handso face, a glint flashing through her eyes.
He was letting her et the Northwood chairman with him, recognizing her as his fiancée again!
Great!
As long as she remained his fiancée, there was still room for maneuver!
Victoria Don let out a sigh of relief, feeling reassured.
She got up off the floor, glanced at the servants behind her with eyes full of coldness.
Once she entered the Hawke Family, she would imdiately get rid of those insubordinate servants!
"Young master, do you still plan to make Miss Thorne the mistress of the Hawke Family? But the young master doesn’t like her."
After Victoria Don left, the butler couldn’t help but speak.
Damon Hawke paused his movents, lightly pursing his lips.
"I know. I have my own plans."
Make Victoria Don, such a vicious woman, the mistress of the Hawke Family?
That’s impossible.
However, it’s not yet ti to sever ties with her.
After all, whether for business or personal reasons, the timing isn’t right.
...
Hawke Group.
Elara Don worked all morning, took off her mask, sighed, and went to the restroom.
"Did you see the news? Today, Mr. Hawke and his fiancée, Victoria Don, t with the visiting chairman of Northwood Group. It’s said the Northwood chairman values the integrity of partners, luckily Mr. Hawke doesn’t have many rumors, so he’ll probably sign the big deal soon."
"Exactly! Yesterday, there were rumors about Mr. Hawke and Charlotte Soo, but now they’ve all been debunked."
"Of course! Victoria Don is a big celebrity. How could Mr. Hawke be interested in soone like Charlotte Soo, a commoner?"
"That’s right, so people probably tried hard to seduce Mr. Hawke, but he completely ignored her."
"..."
Colleagues’ discussions reached her ears, as Elara Don sat on the toilet chair, involuntarily clenching her fingers.
That venomous Victoria Don pushed her into the sea, yet she can calmly attend various events!
And that arrogant Damon Hawke is just blind!
Being chard by that vicious Victoria Don!
Yesterday, outside the kindergarten, he even suggested she should be Dominic Hawke’s mother?
How does this man dare to say such things?
Does he think playing her is particularly fun?
What a jerk!
Elara Don pursed her red lips, growing angrier as she thought about it.
Her little face tightened, taking a deep breath, she forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and walked out of the restroom.
She turned on the faucet, ignoring the odd glances others cast her way, and washed her hands.
The clatter of high heels approached from behind.
Elara Don slightly lifted her eyes, seeing Victoria Don’s proud figure reflected in the mirror.
Imdiately, her pretty face turned cold.
Victoria Don also saw Elara Don.
She paused her steps, a gleam flickering through her eyes, then raised her lips in a smug smile.
"Elara Don, how was the seawater last night? Such a pity you didn’t die! You even tattled to Damon? But what of it? Even if Damon knows I pushed you into the sea, he won’t do anything to , I’m still his fiancée!"
The woman was excessively pleased with herself, provokingly smug.
Elara Don tightly pursed her red lips, turned and opened the faucet, filling the basin with water.
At once, she turned and without word, raised her hand and delivered a hard slap to Victoria Don.
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